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we came Sir, An hour of freedome's worth an age of juglings. _Die_. I am come too Sir, to specifie my Stomach A poor reteiner to your worships bountie. _Bar_. And thou shalt have it fill'd my merry _Diego_, My liberal, and my bonny bounteous _Diego_, Even fill'd till it groan again. _Die_. Let it have fair play, And if it founder then.-- _Bar_. I'le tell ye neighbours, Though I were angry yesterday with ye all, And very angry, for methought ye bob'd me. _Lop_. No, no, by no means. _Bar_. No, when I considered It was a jest, and carried off so quaintly, It made me merry: very merry, Gentlemen, I do confess I could not sleep to think on't, The mirth so tickled me, I could not slumber. _Lop_. Good mirth do's work so: honest mirth, Now, should we have meant in earnest-- _Bar_. You say true neighbour. _Lop_. It might have bred such a distast and sowrness, Such fond imaginations in your Brains, Sir, For things thrust home in earnest.-- _Bar_. Very certain, But I know ye all for merry waggs, and ere long You shall know me too in another fashion, Though y'are pamper'd, ye shall bear part o'th' burthen. _Enter_ Amaranta, _and_ Leandro. Come wife; Come bid 'em welcom; Come my Jewel: And Pupil, you shall come too; ne're hang backward, Come, come the woman's pleas'd, her anger's over, Come, be not bashfull. _Am_. What do's he prepare here? Sure there's no meat i'th' house, at least not drest, Do's he mean to mock 'em? or some new bred crotchet Come o're his brains; I do not like his kindness: But silence best becomes me: if he mean foul play, Sure they are enough to right themselves, and let 'em, I'le sit by, so they beat him not to powder. _Bar_. Bring in the meat there, ha? Sit down dear neighbour, A little meat needs little Complement, Sit down I say. _Am_. What do you mean by this Sir? _Bar_. Convey away their weapons handsomely. _Am_. You know there's none i'th' house to answer ye, But the poor Girle; you know there's no meat neither. _Bar_. Peace and be quiet; I shall make you smoak else, There's men and meat enough, s
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